No More A Mother

Nine months she carried,

This child of her;

She heard his soft heart whisper.

Nine months she lived,

A mother's life;

Was that all God had to offer.

At last they did say her,

Baby was still born;

Neither he breathed nor did he cry.

With only silent tears,

Could she weep,

Milk in her breasts went dry.

For once she thought of,

Her dead husband;

This was the only memoir of his.

She remembered the promise,

She made that day,

Their baby gets the best there is.

Then she looked back at,

Her lifeless son,

And without a doubt or mourn.

Donated all of his

Little organs, so

He could live after he is gone.